Ziva meets Nyx http://mad-man-with-a-pen.deviantart.com/art/Ziva-meets-Nyx-375951697 The hotel bar was filled with late night patrons. Some were people staying inside the Hay-Adams Hotel others had just come here with dates or people they hoped to go home with. Others were there on business. Late night deals between companies over drinks, no doubt some of the beautiful women making their rounds were call girls, and one of the people here was a spy. Or that was what NCIS suspected. Just a week earlier a new Navy cryptographic system had been hacked. If that information left the country it would be over a year before a new system could be created to replace it. Leaving the Navy with an older less capable system and another country with an idea of how the U.S. formed its secured communications. Unless of course NCIS stopped the spy before they left the country. So that's why she was here, dressed as DiNozzo would put it, like a sexy spy Barbie. Ziva David, former Mossad Officer now NCIS Special Agent, was the team's expert on espionage. She sat at the bar with her back against it, showing off her supermodel looks. Ziva's hair was slightly curled and styled to hang on her right side. It brought more attention to her flawless heart shaped face with dark almond colored eyes. Deep pink lipstick coated her lips one of the few bits of makeup she needed. Silver earrings (actually stolen property from the NCIS evidence locker) added to her look of wealth. Ziva's dress, a long backless blue number hugged her frame down to her behind. From there the dress opened with a long leg slit. Her prefect legs were dressed in suntanned expensive hosiery. They felt like smooth silk on her legs. Finally she wore matching heels to her dress. Ziva was not on the prowl for a man as most would have suspected, but the spy. The investigation had found that the transfer of Navy's commo system were be going down in the hotel. So the team had sent Ziva in undercover. Unfortunately that was as far as they got. Having been around since ten o'clock, Ziva hadn't spotted anything that looked like a handoff between a spy and their agent. Part of the team had gone off to check what the FBI found while she another agent remained behind. "Ziva anything?" it was McGee speaking to her ear-wig. She mumbled quietly but it was picked up by the hidden microphone in her dress, "Nothing, butt we should wait." "Boss says otherwise." The Boss was of course Gibbs. Ziva wanted to frown but her years of training had long showed her how to hide her expressions, "Understood, heading upstairs." To maintain an illusion good enough to fool another nation's intelligence agency, Ziva has checked in earlier that day as a wealthy Italian lass. A cover identity of hers left over from her Mossad days. Her mastery of multiple languages meant she easily played the part even without the documents and credit cards. Ziva got off the bar leaving the tab for her hotel bill as a woman of wealth would. She noticed of course quite a few men stealing glances as she walked away. Ziva smirked just a bit; most of the men were with ladies. The Israeli lass noticed that one or two women were eying her long nylon clad legs and then her body as well. DiNozzo will be sorry he missed that, she thought with a smile. McGee checked in, "Ziva I'm going to break down the equipment, be back in few minutes." "Got it", Ziva answered. She walked out of the bar and headed for the elevators. While McGee got the surveillance van packed up she could head upstairs and change. Another thing she was sure DiNozzo would have liked to see. As she reached the elevators Ziva saw she wasn't alone. Standing there was a woman of similar height and weight. She was also as attractive as Ziva, with long fiery red hair. Although Ziva couldn't see her face the woman seemed quite familiar. Her body was wearing a black cocktail dress that seemed painted on. Strapless it hugged her moderate bosom well along with her behind. The dress was cut very short barely reaching the halfway point of the redhead's thighs. Like Ziva her legs were dressed in black expensive hosiery. Her shoes were black heels that just seemed to make her legs longer. She carried a small fashionable purse as well. DiNozzo would approve, Ziva thought absently, yet why did this woman seem familiar. The redhead turned showing her face and smiled at Ziva. That's when it clicked in the former Mossad Officer's mind. Ziva had a photographic memory, she did not forget faces. She recognized this woman and she was an enemy. She seemed to not notice Ziva's reaction, turning back to the elevator and entering when the doors opened. Ziva walked over to a small table which had a phone, lifting it up she spoke to the front desk to arrange for some food in her room. In reality she needed an excuse to look inside the elevator. Lined with reflective surfaces she saw which floor the redhead had selected. When the doors finally closed Ziva pushed her mic, "Tim ... Tim!" No response, damn it he must be breaking in the van, Ziva thought using the idiom incorrectly as she did so. Not wanting to wait though she moved quickly into her own elevator and pressed the button for the eleventh floor. Ziva wasn't sure who the redhead was but she remembered the face from a failed Mossad operation in Eastern Europe. That woman was not a Western intelligence officer, maybe she was working for the Russians, or China, maybe even freelancing for terrorists. Ziva didn't know her name but she knew that the woman was a dirt-bag to quote Gibbs. The redhead had knocked out Ziva's partner and stolen important documents from her. Ziva had only gotten one quick look at the redhead before she escaped, but that was all she needed. Carefully Ziva poked her head out of the elevator once it reached the proper floor. She caught a glimpse of the redhead walking away, taking a left down the hallway. Ziva followed close behind but made sure to stay out of sight. Not wanting to tip off her target with any noise, Ziva slipped out of her heels. Leaving them behind under a table in the main hallway she moved in stocking feet to the edge of the hallway her suspect had turned down. Poking her head slightly around the corner Ziva saw the redhead arrive at a room. Knocking on the door it opened quickly. Faintly she heard, "You the ... " "Yes, please let me in." the redhead answered. Ziva didn't hear any hint of an accent but she was down the hall and could be missing it. The redhead entered and the door closed shut. Ziva quickly headed down and placed herself up against the door. Carefully she listened to the voices inside. Both were women, one nervous the other confident. "Do you have my money?" the nervous voice asked. Ziva could sense the smile on the redhead's face, even though of course she was just listening, "Of course, we treat our agents well." "I'm not an agent!" the nervous voice insisted, "This is a one-time deal." Foolish woman, Ziva thought, you don't get to commit treason once and walk away. Whoever had paid this woman to steal the Navy communication system, Ziva was sure that she had found both the spy and thief, would return later to make use of this person again. After all they had all the blackmail information they needed. Plus it's what Mossad would do. "Oh yes, you need the money for your father's care. Even Navy Lt. Commanders don't make enough for extended hospital care." Ziva felt some sympathy for the traitor but not much. The nervous lieutenant commander didn't respond to the jab just saying, "Where's the money?" "In another room, first show me the information." The redhead demanded. Ziva heard an annoyed grumble and the sound of footsteps as the American naval officer moved somewhere else in the room. Another set of footsteps followed, most likely the redhead. Prefect, Ziva thought. Her two suspects were moving to look at something, a laptop or other device, giving her the prefect chance to enter. She reached into her tiny purse removing her Sig Sauer and a lock pick. Quickly she beat the electronic -physical lock. Then after a quick count pushed the door open and dashed inside the hotel room. "FREEZE NCIS!" she yelled the pistol pointed at her suspects in a two handed grip. The door closed behind her. The Navy Lt. Commander turned and looked petrified. She was a short haired brunette wearing her dress uniform. The navy colored suit and skirt were decorated with her rank, career 'salad bar' of achievements, and a name ROBISON. Her pantyhosed legs went ramrod straight as she raised her hands in instant surrender. The redhead however just smiled at Ziva. "It's been a long time Ziva." She smirked. Still dressed her black cocktail dress and hosiery, the woman had one shoe off but the other was only partly off, with the redhead's stocking foot just resting above it. "I don't care how you know my name, hands up." Ziva demanded. The redhead smiled, "Of course." She raised her arms but her foot was where the attack came from. With unbelievable precision she sent the footwear flying at Ziva. She ducked to avoid the seemingly comical attack but that's what the redhead wanted. Charging forward the redhead let one of her long legs swing with a kick which caught Ziva's gun and knocked it away. With a grunt Ziva threw a punch at her opponent. The redhead ducked under the move though, catching Ziva's arm and using the momentum of the punch to pull Ziva forwards. The redhead slammed an elbow into Ziva's bare back causing the NCIS agent to wince. Ziva spun and managed to knee her attacker in the gut. The redhead expelled air from her lungs in a loud 'ouf' as Ziva's pantyhosed knee crashed into her stomach. The Israeli followed that up with a spin kick of her own, knocking the redhead back and onto a bed. Not giving her enemy a moment's rest Ziva went forwards. However the redhead threw a pillow towards her face. As Ziva raised her arm to knock the pillow out of the air the redhead got to her feet and send a kick to the chest of Ziva. The beautiful Israeli felt the air knocked out of her lungs, as the heel of the redhead slammed in her waist hitting her just below her breasts. Ziva stepped back by the impact and the redhead attacked with a quick snap kick, aiming her feet for the private parts of the NCIS agent. Despite being winded Ziva was was able to raise her knee in time to block the kick aimed between her legs. Ziva swung a punch to the face of the redhead. However the redhead seemed to have expected this. With trained precision the redhead grabbed the arm of Ziva and gave a firm pull to rock Ziva of balance. Before Ziva could recover the redhead had twisted her arm high behind her back. The redhead then seized the long dark hair of Ziva and pulled it backwards. Forcing the NCIS agent to look upwards as her scalp was burning in pain. Unable to break free Ziva felt an exciting warm breath against her ear. "You certainly are an interesting dance partner, however I am a bit disappointed that you do not remember me" "I will remember you after I have arrested you" Ziva tried to sound defiant but then grimaced as the redhead forced her wrist higher between her shoulderblades. "What makes you think my team does now know I am here? " The redhead laughed as she know it was a lie. However she could not help but glance at the door which made her loosen her hold on the Israeli beaty for a fraction of a second. At that moment Ziva moved. In a explosive motion the former Mossad officer spun free from the hold and slammed her elbow hard into the belly of her opponent. Making the redhead wince in pain. Without slowing down Ziva followed with a kick to the gut which made the redhead fall on the bed. Ziva grabbed the redhead by the front of her dress. Slamming a hard punch into the woman's face Ziva seemingly sent the redhead into a daze. Dropping her she spun around to see if Commander Robison was going to attack. She was in the corner with her hands up still, "Please I ... .I didn't want to do it...she made me!" Ziva rolled her eyes and went over to the officer. Spinning her around Ziva pushed Robison up against the wall, "Be quiet!" Ziva proceeded to check the woman for weapons, feeling her uniform and body for any hidden guns or knives. Satisfied that the officer was clean she turned her around and pressed the traitorous Robison to the wall with an arm, "Who is she?" The officer shook her head, "I ... don't know honest ... .I was just contacted by them they wanted the system." Ziva was going to ask who 'they' were when an arm wrapped around her chest. She lifted her free arm to elbow the attacker but a white hotel hand towel was forced over her mouth. Ziva screamed and drove the elbow back but her attacker wasn't affected by the blow. The NCIS Agent first smelled then recognized the sent on the cloth, CHLOROFORM! Every Mossad Officer was trained in arts of taking down people. They used physical, technical, and chemical means. Ziva had trained to deliver a chloroform cloth just like this and had been trained to know what being knocked out by one was like. She screamed and grabbed at the cloth trying to rip the chloroform soaked towel away. Her training showed that the only way to escape the sleep inducing fumes was to remove the item soaked in chloroform as quickly as possible. Time worked for her attacker, with each moment Ziva was breathing in more of the fumes, losing her ability to resist. As she struggled Ziva saw her attacker was the redhead. I was careless ... ..should have made sure ... she ... she was down, with horror Ziva realized she was already losing her strength. The redhead held Ziva tight against her body. She smiled as one hand held the chloroform cloth over Ziva's beautiful face, while her other arm was vice like gripped around Ziva's chest pushing the NCIS Agent's breasts up. "That it Agent David ... .just breathe in that lovely scent." Ziva grunted and kept fighting but her movements were slowing. Her strong fingers gripped on the redhead's wrist started to lose their power. Her legs sliding and kicking wildly started to slow. Robinson could see that Ziva's eyes were starting to flutter. The redhead looked down at Ziva's body and rubbed her own against it, "There we go ... .starting to feel sleepy ... ..getting all weak ... " The NCIS Agent grunted but it was not as loud or defiant as it had been moments earlier. She's right ... getting weak ... ..can't fight much longer ... .McGee ... .where ... are you ... ., Ziva knew her mic must be picking this up, where was her backup? The redhead as if reading her mind answered, "Oh don't worry about your friends. See I've got a jammer inside here. They might be looking for you but it will be a while before they find you. It seems someone took out the security cameras." Ziva knew that meant they wouldn't know what floor she got off on. Searching the whole hotel for her would take hours. She had to escape! Summoning her last bit of strength Ziva stomped her foot down on the redhead's stocking foot. She winced but didn't let go, "Not going to work, should have kept your shoes on." The dark haired beauty sighed as if saying, you're right. Ziva's body sank deeper into her attacker's grasp. Her almond colored eyes were barely open as the chloroform began to finally finish her off. Ziva's legs turned rubbery and her body was only supported by the redhead's grip now. With no control over her breathing, Ziva sucked in one last deep breath of chloroform. This did the trick as her eyes rolled closed and her body let out a sensual defeated sigh. The naval officer stepped forward looking concerned, "Is she dead?" The redhead smiled, "No, just asleep." She removed the cloth and was rewarded with the sight of Ziva's lips parted in a slight O-shape. Smiling she closed them for the sleeping federal agent. Dragging Ziva back, the redhead laid Ziva down onto the bed. The sexy Israeli looked even more fetching lying on her side, one arm draped over her body, the other resting on its side along her dress. The black clad chloroformer felt a rush of excitement as she looked down at the sleeping NCIS agent. Leaning forward the redhead took a moment to enjoy her victory as she looked in the face of Ziva. "You are so pretty Ziva" unable to control herself the redhead then leaned forward and placed a long, sensual kiss on the lips of the sleeping Isreali. Enjoying the moment the redhead then leaned back and giggled as she saw the lipstick imprint she had left on the mouth of the NCIS agent. Amused she turned and ordered Robison, "Give the Ethernet cord." Lt. Commander Robison nodded and removed the internet cord from her laptop. It had been sitting on the desk in the room. Handing it over to the redhead, she watched as the woman took Agent David's arms and slipped the behind her back. Sitting on the bed next to Ziva, the redhead tied the NCIS Agent's arms together at the wrist. Next she told Robison, "You have a spare pair of pantyhose?" "Huh?" the naval officer asked muddled by the request. The redhead rolled her eyes, "To tie her up with, now do you have a pair or do we need to use what's on your legs?" Robison blushed at the thought and went over to her small bag. Eventually she pulled out a spare pair of nylons handing them over to the redhead. The woman quickly took the flesh colored hosiery and tied it around Ziva's stocking feet at the ankles. Satisfied she stepped off the bed and admired her handiwork. "Now just one more thing." The redhead said aloud. She took her white towel which had been soaked in chloroform. Removing a small brown bottle from the little purse she carried the redhead drizzled a little fresh chloroform onto the towel, "Glad I had a cloth prepared before coming up." "What are you doing?" Robison asked worried she would be knocked out next. "Just making sure Miss David stays out." The redhead answered. She took the towel and gently lifted Ziva's head. Brushing some of her dark locks out the way, the redhead then repositioned the cloth under Ziva's cheek. With the NCIS Agent's head in place the redhead stepped back and explained, "Those fumes will drift up to her nose, meaning every breath she takes will be tainted with anesthetic, keeping her nice and out, long enough for us to finish our business." The redhead recovered her shoes but didn't put them on. Holding them and her tiny purse she looked at Robison and said, "Unless of course you want to wait for the NCIS Agents here?" Shaking her head no, Robison quickly packed up and followed the redhead out the door. As the woman who was buying her information locked the door Robison's curiosity got the better of her, "How do you know her?" "Oh Miss David and I met once during a job in Budapest. I did to her partner what I just did to her, although Ziva is much prettier asleep." The redhead answered. A little disturbed by that last comment Commander Robison asked something just to change the tone of the conversation, "You know what, with everything going on I don't know your name." "Oh?" the redhead said as if the answer was obvious. She grinned and answered, "Call me Nyx." The naval officer didn't get it and just stayed quiet. Nyx simply grinned; I guess Commander Robison doesn't know her mythology, her loss. Nyx knew because of this the officer would be very surprised when the chloroform in Nyx's purse would be used on her. I doubt Commander Robison will look as pretty as Ziva as she sleeps ...